CHAPTER 12
SOFIA
The smell of bacon still lingers in the air. I’m not sure if it’s coming from the stove or from the man behind me whose mouth was buried between my legs five minutes ago. My thighs still tremble when I pull away from the counter, trying to gather what’s left of my dignity.
Being eaten out twice in less than twelve hours and squirting, after months of nothing, is making me weak. Weak enough to give in to what they have been proposing for weeks.
Last night made me even more curious. I was surprised to see his brother suddenly in the room. Then again, I wasn’t since he never wants to be left out of anything. He whines too much not to be included. Suddenly, he was there. His cock was the same thick, long, glistening size as his brothers. My pussy dripped with wetness. I’m sure Massimo noticed, although he didn’t say anything. No, Em ran his mouth and got us all hot and bothered.
I couldn’t help staring at my former patient. Couldn’t take my eyes off his cock and face plastered with pleasure when he came. When his brother licked my ass, finger fucked my pussy, and sent me off into oblivion.
It was hot, naughty, and definitely taboo.
My thighs were clenched this morning when I woke up, smashed to Emilio, his hard cock covering my pussy in its own claim of ownership. I slowly untangled myself, leaving Paco sleeping in a pile of Massimo’s clothes he had formed into a little nest on the floor.
I tiptoed out here to find Massimo talking to himself. His voice still hums in my ears. Low, sweet, and possessive. Too much. I can’t think straight around him. I tell myself I’m going to shower, to clear my head, to remind myself this isn’t real.
Because it can’t be.
“’Cause I’m a dog mom, dog mom…”
What in God’s name?
The voice gets closer, off-key, and deep. The sound echoes down the hallway, followed by the uneven thunk of crutches.
“My babies get the best, settle for nothing less!”
Then I see him.
Emilio rounds the corner. Bare chest gleaming, shorts slung dangerously low on his hips, a baby carrier strapped across his torso. Inside it, like some tiny, bug-eyed king, sits my Paco.
“Oh . . . my . . . Dios.”
I cover my mouth, but it’s useless. A laugh bursts out of me so hard I snort. Paco yips, tail wagging so violently that the whole harness bounces. Emilio’s grinning like he just won a medal for stupidity and charm. He plants his crutches, puffing his chest.
“Don’t look at me like that, my angel. We’re hot and unstoppable now.”
The sight of him nearly drops me to my knees. This big, reckless, beautiful man, leg in a cast, hair a wreck, my dog strapped to his chest like a newborn, is ridiculous and heartbreakingly cute.
“Emilio…” I gasp between laughs. “You . . . you strapped him to you?”
He nods proudly, bouncing once for effect.
“Safety first. Mas got me this ugly little dude so I wouldn’t be lonely. Said he’s my emotional support since Ryan’s a damn sadist during therapy.”
“Your dog?” I stop, then look at his brother, still standing where I left him. “That’s my dog.”
He freezes mid-bouncing Paco like a baby.
“What? No! I already called dibs.”
He eyes his brother for help. Both of us stare at him to resolve this.
Massimo snorts. “No, dumbass. She brought him when she came to stay. You just assumed, like always.”
He looks down at Paco, then back at me, utterly betrayed. “You mean . . . he’s not my dog?”
“No, Paco’s mine.”
